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All around is stone And all is soft inside

It's 1 in the morning and all I can do is think about these two

🥹♥️🥹♥️🥹♥️

Girls when they

girlfriend's reveal

the most beautiful new jersey girls

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍 🌎”

𝖬𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 & 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 🥺🤍

𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗒 : @daylifesims 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 : @madlensims 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 : @ravensim

i’ve loved you for so long by the aces the album that you are

JIEUN IS LIVE ON INSTAGRAM WITH SOMEONE OFF-CAMERA WHO I THINK IS YUURI

we're really so blessed (besides the whole company went bankrupt and they disbanded and are all at even smaller companies and don't get promoted thing) that they're all still in contact with each other and aren't being forced to hide it ^.^

where are you travelling to? Are you leaving us for a while? 😭

HFMEJFKEDJ NO NOT THIS TIME!!! i might be less active but im still here. i actually like the family im seeing this time so dw!!

imma be in montreal. my french is so rusty tho. and i dislike québécois french so much i look stupid bc it takes me a bit to decipher it and then reply.

Daisy Jones & The Marauders

Whatever it is you do, you cannot convince me in the summer of 1976 Mary MacDonald and Lily Evans didn't hear about this new album, SevenEightNine, by a band they didn't really know called The Six, listen to Honeycomb and completely lose their minds. You cannot convince me, once Aurora was released, that they didn't make the album their sole personality, make it blare in their dorm and on the common room whenever the boys weren't the ones picking the music, and you cannot tell me Marlene and Dorcas weren't also secretly obsessed as well. Daisy Jones & The Six were the girls' Queen; Daisy was Lily's first openly talked about celebrity crush and Marlene had a bordering-on-unhealthy obsession with Karen. Aurora would blast through the vinyl player whenever they were together, and after they left Hogwarts, they'd agree on a shared custody of the vinyl.

Picture it with me, if you will: for each month, one of the girls would have possession of the vinyl, not because they didn't have money to buy three more, but because they cherished the one that held some of their favourite memories a bit too much. Let me paint you this image for a sec: after July '79, they'd wordlessly agree to get together every July to "mourn the death of the greatest band the seventies had seen". Do you see it happening? I do. July became such a sad month for them; they'd drink wine together, play board games on the floor of the living room and listen to the vinyl on repeat, non-stop until their eyes started drooping and their vision started getting blurry.

They changed everything for the girls, like Queen and Bowie had for the boys. And then along came Harry, to change it all for everyone altogether. Needless to say, Lily was so happy when Harry was born in July — it was no longer a month of mourning, it was a month of celebrating memories, past and future. Harry had brought back the magic of listening to Young Stars without a care in the world; he made Lily start tearing up every time A Hope Like You came up; he brought back their will to scream the lyrics to Regret Me like they related to them to their very core. He gave them life again. Don't tell me you don't see them catching each other's eyes when Honeycomb came up on the radio once, recalling their last year at Hogwarts, the sheer innocence and ignorance they shared; don't tell me they didn't break into quiet sobs together, as they listened to the lyrics and made a silent promise to each other — "the life we want will wait for us (will the life we want wait for us?) / we will live to see the lights coming off the bay (will we live to see the lights coming off the bay?) / you will hold me (will you hold me?) / you will hold me until that day (will you hold me until that day)" sung a new form of understanding into their ears as they swore to one another, under otherwise unnoticeable complicity, that they would; that one day, when things quieted down, they'd pick it all up and move town; that they'd have a place to call home, and live enough to see that grow.

And then it happened. July of 1981. They should have known it wouldn't last; they should have hated July a little longer. Chasing the Night played in her funeral, but Dorcas would swear she'd always been more Impossible Woman. She had had the record for that month. Lily was supposed to get it next, but she couldn't even attend the memorial — instead, that night, she sung Harry to sleep with tears in her eyes, the words to Aurora leaving her mouth just short out of a whisper as she thought about her Marls, the McKinnons, the lives they'd given up. She swore to Harry as he drifted away and the lyrics got caught in her throat, that she would not let him lose any more aunts; how could her son grow into a world without Marlene? How would he learn to be carefree and opinionated and energetic? How would he learn all that Marlene McKinnon was when he had not had the chance to experience enough of her? She would make sure he would know his other aunts. She would make sure he would know Dorcas and her fierceness, Mary and her joyfulness. She would make sure of it.

But life isn't fair. They never got to see Daisy Jones & The Six in concert. They never got to see Harry grow. July was only a happy month for a year, because that was all of Harry that they got. Dorcas died next, in August, and there was not enough of her left for a proper burial; she'd died avenging her lover's death, left her friends behind. Mary kept the record all that time, hoping once the war was over and she got to see Lily again, she'd give it to her, and they'd get to hear it together and picture their friends with them. When Lily heard the news, what Voldemort had done to her Cassie, she held Harry a little tighter and cried herself to sleep. She'd still sing Aurora for him as lullaby, she'd keep doing it, every night, until she couldn't anymore.

Mary attended all of their funerals. Sometimes, after she'd had too much to drink at nights her friends were missed the most, she'd put on the record, and mumble the lyrics to Midnights until her words became sobs and her eyes could not see clear anymore. She'd do that every July, and August, and October. And when the book came out, when the world got to know what happened that night in Chicago, July of 1979, she made a visit to her friends' graves. She read them every bit of it out loud, words whispered to each of their headstones, and once she was done, she played the album one last time for each of them. You cannot convince me that didn't happen.

Whatever it is you do, you cannot convince me Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Lily Evans and Mary MacDonald didn't love Daisy Jones & The Six until their deaths, because I know they did.

okay actually I have a new idea how about Shauna Lottie and nat

YEAH I LOVE IT. in which order tho because ngl i want shauna to be the wolf right??

GOOD FOR THEM!!! GOOD FOR THEM!!!!

Some of my girl dnd characters!! I drew them for that "girls on film" instagram trends back in September but I only finished the last one like yesterday lmao

I need you to understand how much I love what I’ve written for this story already:

One by one, she adds flowers to her dress. It’s a delicate process and she focuses only on it, allowing everything else to fade into the background. She’s nearly finished with the front of the dress when soft footsteps catch her attention. Her head shoots up to see what’s approaching – only to find the winged deer now grazing, curiously eyeing her through its thick, long lashes.

Deidre holds back a sigh of relief and smiles at it – and that’s when she sees them.

Behind the deer, blending into the bushes is a pair of bright green eyes, staring right at her. Deidre gasps in surprise, dropping the needle – the eyes widen and vanish with a rustle.

Deidre shoots up so fast it spooks the deer, making it flee into the woods. She doesn’t pay it attention and only stares at the bushes intensely. The world feels silent and she finds herself holding her breath, waiting for something to happen. Anxious, a little curious, but most of all – unsure of what to do.

Slowly, the eyes return, shy as she meets their gaze. They blink, Deidre doesn’t. She stands there, frozen in place, waiting. She isn’t sure how long they stare at each other like under a spell of some kind – but then the owner of the eyes slowly steps into her view.

Deidre is shocked to see that they belong to another like her – another goddess, that is. The woman in front of her is short, very short – in fact, she’s so short Deidre believes she’d have to bend down to meet her at eye level. She’s also more round than Deidre and her skin is fair green, dotted with freckles. Her hair is long, curly and mossy green – it might actually be moss. A few twigs poke out of it. The dress the woman wears is made of bark, leaves and vines and flows in the wind.

They continue to stare at each other. The anxiety Deidre felt quickly switches to fascination – she’s never seen another goddess! She always assumed that if they existed, they had their own duties to fill, far away from hers. Yet there she is, this beautiful creature that might as well have been born out of the ground.

The green goddess is the first to break the silence – and the feeling of a spell that surrounds them. ”I… I’m terribly sorry for startling you, your voice is very beautiful…”